Tiny turkeys will increasingly grace Thanksgiving tables next week, thanks to the millennial generation’s ongoing campaign to remake American gastronomy. The holiday depicted by Norman Rockwell—Grandma showing off a cooked bird so plump it weighs down a banquet plate—is still common. But smaller families, growing guilt over wasteful leftovers and a preference for free-range fowl have all played roles in the emergence of petite poultry as a holiday dinner centerpiece.

Here’s something to ponder the next time you see a headline extolling a study that found a particular food will help you lose weight, avoid heart disease, or live longer: The company selling the product likely paid for the study; that same company also might be paying the university researcher who led the study; your tax dollars may have supplemented this company’s “research” because federal agencies regularly partner with corporations to promote foods. Finally, you’ll never discover that the “research” behind the headline is little more than marketing, because journalists rarely question these financial arrangements.

A doctor who helped a passenger on a Delta flight Tuesday said she believes flight attendants who repeatedly questioned her credentials even after she showed them her medical license did so because she is a black woman.

Dr. Fatima Cody Stanford was on a Delta flight from Indianapolis to Boston when the woman next to her started hyperventilating, according to NBC News. When Stanford started to help the passenger, a flight attendant came up to ask her if she was a medical doctor. She showed the woman her license without being asked because, she told the New York Times, she knows she “doesn’t look the part.” Stanford, a doctor at Massachusetts General Hospital and an instructor at Harvard Medical school, said she carries a wallet-sized version of the license at all times for that reason.

Her face was practically a Sephora ad and her hair, a cascade of smooth, shiny, strategically mussed waves. She was holding her newborn with glossy manicured nails in a slightly messy room—a burp cloth on the arm of the couch, a pacifier on the table, toys on the floor. The caption of the Instagram photo began, “Life isn’t always picture-perfect.” I wondered how she had the time to do her hair and makeup when I couldn’t remember the last time I showered. I was holding my own newborn, so I couldn’t throw my phone across the room out of sheer frustration. Instead, I cried. A lot.

City events and meetings held in Berkeley, California, on Mondays are required to serve no meat – yes, mandated meatless Mondays. The City Council passed the resolution last month, requiring vegan menus one day a week. Big Brother is now telling you to eat your vegetables. Or else.

This government move to reshape societal norms under the guise of knowing what its citizens really need – a sort of "A Handmaid's Kale" – quickly became a national punchline. But Berkeley out-Berkeleying itself is hardly the first time Californians have made a move that caused the other 49 states to snicker.